Xia Wanyuan had just parked her car when her phone rang.
Seeing the caller, Xia Wanyuan hesitated for a moment before pressing the answer button. "An Rao, what's wrong?"
On the other end of the line, An Rao's voice was very low. "Yuan Yuan, is Bo Xiao okay?"
Xia Wanyuan was silent for a moment. "Mm."
Then if anything happens, can you tell me first?" An Rao said as she took care of Little Qingli.
"Okay," Xia Wanyuan agreed.
After hanging up, An Rao stroked Little Qingli's head. "Your father will come back safely, right?"
Little Qingli was growing up day by day, but he still could not speak and could only babble. It was unknown if he understood An Rao's words, but he hugged An Rao's arm and nodded.
On the other hand, Xia Wanyuan entered the medical research institute. Xia Yu welcomed her. "Sister."
"You've worked hard. Are you injured?"
